Mike: Seven layers of the tooth. Go.
Frankie: I don't know. Oh, my God, what made me think I could do this? I'm too old. My brain is mush. [pills rattle] It doesn't hold new thoughts anymore.
Axl: Hey. Over here.
Frankie: Oh, you have a headache, too?
Mike: Will you two man up? I've had a headache for ten years. You don't see me whining.